Bella Figura (pt. 2 of 4)
Title: Bella Figura
Translation: [Italian] Fine Appearance/ Impression
Series: Digimon Frontier/ Savers (crossover)
Character(s): Masaru D., Takuya K.
Genre: Romance, Angst
Rating: M
Warning: MasaruxTakuya, KoujixTakuya, ToumaxMasaru, hint of JunpeixIzumi
Summary: Admiration. That’s what Takuya thought when he saw Masaru for the first time. But as time moves forward and the familiar face appears more frequently in his life, his heartbeat skips… just as it would when feeling love for the first time (AU)
“You sure this is what you desire?”
“…” Takuya could hardly speak. His hands were tied together and connected to the bed support above his head, his shirt lay on the floor and a face was so close to his neck it made his whole body shiver.
It had to be near one am, it had to be. Takuya’s alarm clock seemed to have disappeared, but he assumed it was near that time. He was tired, but somehow he managed to keep himself awake.
Or maybe it was the soft breathing going down his neck.
That could be it. Thinking about that made him believe that it probably was the breathing.
A hand tracing his ribs made the brunette squirm. His heart started racing and he could feel his face turning red, but he couldn’t wrap his arms around the seducer. This person was free to tease Takuya however they pleased.
Wiggling his fingers, he found the strength to grab the right curtain. Twisting his arms, he pulled the curtain to the side, giving the moon permission to act as the light for the moment being.
He saw a body. A body with no shirt, but a pair of tight blue jeans on. A body so close to his, it made Takuya want to scream and beg for more. A very hot body. He couldn’t see the face, but he could see hair that nearly touched the shoulders… or so he thought. The head moved back and Takuya was able to see eye to eye, light brown eyes staring dead at a pair of emerald green ones.
“M… Masaru-chan?”
A smirk stretched his face as he inched closer to his lips. “You’re cute, Takuya-chan. Has anyone ever told you that?”
“Ah-“ Takuya was speechless. He was only able to blink a few times as the street fighter leaned closer, pressing his lips against the younger brunette’s.
What’s going on? Takuya’s eyes widened with surprise. I-I can’t. This isn’t real; I mean, why would Masaru-chan be interested in someone like me? Why-
Why am I, all of a sudden, calling him ‘Masaru-chan’?
He wanted to believe what he told Kouji. He wanted to believe what he felt for the (somewhat) arrogant street fighter was nothing more than admiration. Like having an older brother. Maybe one day, he would end up being as tough and… ‘mainly’ as him.
Maybe…maybe Kouji’s right.
Maybe it is love.
But what do I know about love? Takuya thought over in his mind as a finger was found fondling with his left nipple. The younger brunette let out a small whimper and tried to press his legs together, but realized Masaru’s body stood in the way.
“Heh. I see you’re pretty sensitive, Takuya-chan.”
“Oi, Masaru-chan!!”
In the moonlight, Takuya could see that small smile on Masaru’s face.
“If you want, I can start off slow and gentle.”
Takuya wasn’t sure if it was the deep red blush that covered his face or the comment that made him hard that made Masaru chuckle with satisfaction, but he found the street fighter’s face nearing his. And as the two lips touched, Takuya then realized that he probably didn’t know what love meant, but for the time being, this felt pretty damn good.
--
“It’s said that what you really want comes in a dream.”
“Uuh?”
Kouji shrugged and took another sip of his green tea. His eyes took quick glances at Takuya, who sighed and sunk deeper into the small beanbag chair.
Takuya felt like he was on cloud nine; Masaru was so seductive and powerful, yet gentle. He wanted more, he wanted a lot more.
But he awakened to the sun bleeding through the blinds.
And no Masaru sleeping next to him.
He really didn’t want it to end.
That morning, Takuya decided to take up on his mother’s offer of going to the store for a few groceries. While picking out the right tomatoes for their supper, his eyes trailed to the street fighter, who was lingering just outside of the store. After debating in his head whether he should talk to Masaru or not, the red-faced brunette had the courage to talk to him.
And it was confirmed that since Masaru spent the whole time talking about ‘exchanging fists with a few opponents last night, followed by a surprising sleepover with Touma’, everything that happened that night was nothing but a dream.
Hearing that from Masaru irritated Takuya just a bit, only because he would have the feeling that he would be blushing every time he even thinks of the guy.
If there was one person in the world he didn’t want to prove right, it was Kouji, but he was still unsure.
“M… Masaru-chan--”
“Is something wrong, Takuya?”
The brunette quickly snapped out of his train of thoughts and waved a hand in front of Kouji’s face. “Oh, it’s nothing, it’s… just…”
“…” Kouji was starting to get the feeling that Takuya wasn’t telling him something, which was oddly starting to bug him. “Look, we did make a promise a few years ago, right? Whatever happens, we tell each other everything. We don’t leave anything out--”
“I know.”
“So why the hesitation?” Kouji almost snapped. “Is there something you’re keeping to yourself? Is ‘your friend’ actually referring to you, and you’re trying to secure your identity?”
“Kouji…”
“Just tell me, you know I’m not the type to gossip.” Kouji pointed out. Takuya sunk deeper into the beanbag chair, his face buried in his hands.
“Look, Kouji… it’s nothing, really. The dream…” Takuya paused for a minute before getting the courage to look at Kouji, eye to eye. “The dream just got me thinking of how-- how cute Izumi and Junpei would be as a couple, that’s all.”
Kouji raised an eyebrow as Takuya nodded and stood up, heading towards the room door. “Look, Kouji, I… I gotta go. I’m sorry.”
--
His eyes staring at the ground and his body slumping, Takuya took small, cautious steps. He didn’t want to go home, not yet. But there was nothing to do. He left Kouji’s place, leaving the raven-head baffled, and the others were out studying, which was something he really didn’t feel like doing right now.
What was the point in studying if all he could think about was the street fighter who possibly stole his heart?
“Hey, is that Takuya-chan?”
“Oi, it is. Takuya!!”
The brunette quickly looked up and let out a startling yelp. His heart quivering, he gripped his shoulder bag tightly as two familiar faces quickly made their way towards Takuya; one’s arm was around his neck, the other crossed his arms, standing in front of the two.
“It’s been a minute; what’s up?”
“Well, ah--” for a moment, Takuya couldn’t speak. His eyes were planted to the ground, to prevent the two from seeing his flushed face. Touma decided to break the silence in order to clear some possible tension.
“Where are you headed? We’re about to go to a gym.”
“Maybe you’d like to come?” Masaru nudged Takuya, who finally raised his head to stare at the street-fighter in the eyes.
“C’mon, it’ll be great!”
Takuya spent most of his time debating on whether to go or not while Masaru and Touma lead him to the gym. Would it be a good idea to go? What if I end up making a fool of myself somehow? I mean, I’m great at soccer, but they don’t have a soccer field in the gym anyhow. What are you supposed to wear in the gym, is there some kind of restriction? What if-what if Masaru is gonna work out shirtless?! Ah man, what am I gonna--
“We’re here!”
“Wait, since when did--!”
Kouji always told Takuya that one of the dangers of the brunette actually thinking was that he performed other things, and doesn’t even realize it. Somehow, through all of that thinking, in that span of time, he, Touma and Masaru found themselves at the front of the gym. Masaru held on to the gym door and looked back at Takuya, who was still behind. “What’s the matter? You are regretting it already?”
--
“I’m going to go light on you this time; I don’t wish to ruin what little pride you have left in front of Takuya-chan.”
“What was that?!”
Takuya seen this coming from Masaru, but he didn’t know Touma was into things like this. Right in the middle of the private room Touma rented was a boxing ring, where the both were suited and ready to go. Thankfully, the two were wearing white t-shirts in the ring, as Masaru adjusted his boxing gloves and Touma settled the supporters on his teeth. For now, the younger brunette would sit back and watch; no use jumping into a ring when he had no idea what he was doing, especially around the greatest street-fighter in Japan.
It also seemed a tad dangerous, for the time being. He could somehow… feel it in the air.
Touma posed in a defensive position, his hands blocking his face. Strategically, he knew that Masaru would do anything to make that first blow. So with that, he silently pulled back as Masaru threw violent punches this way and that, here and there.
Then it was Touma’s turn to strike. He quickly dodged to the left, slightly making Masaru loose his balance, and thrust his left fist toward Masaru’s face.
With a small grunt, the street fighter ducked down and threw his left fist up, getting the blonde on the chin. It was confirmed, in Touma’s eyes; he was improving. But so was he, and with that thought in mind, he knew this was going to be a long battle to see who would be on the top until next time.
Takuya didn’t realize it until he looked down; his knuckles were white, and his fists balled were balled tightly. He was found holding his breath a few times as the fight continued. This-This is amazing! I never seen the two of them fight against each other like that!
Pulling back from another set of attacks, Touma took deep breaths, in and out through the nose. Analyzing Masaru’s moves as the street fighter inched closer, he finally found an opening and thrust his left fist forward, catching Masaru on the cheek.
“That does it!” Masaru mumbled through the guard in his mouth. His face, dripping with sweat, shown a bit of annoyance, but that wasn’t going to stop Masaru from putting Touma in his place. He may have won that small battle, but he was certainly not going to win this war.
“Bring it!!”
PART III